May 6th, 2014


Crawl, You Worm...

Currently enjoying the guilty pleasure of Rupert Everett's most recent memoir, while coincidentally watching his LOVE FOR SALE documentary on TV. He said something horribly sexist about how women who object to their hubbies seeing prostitutes should just get some racy lingerie on, but he's one of those awful people like Brian Sewell, that I can't help liking. I think he'd be great fun to hang out with.
He was talking to a dominatrix, at one point, who sells her shit for £25 a po(o)p! That's a bit much for me, but I honestly wouldn't mind paddling some mope for a good remuneration, and I would LOVE to have a slave to wash the windows, etc. Apparently some guys prefer to be disciplined by old, ugly women, so I might have a chance for a new 'career' when I'm destitute again...Wish I knew how you go about these things. I would have
a problem not laughing, though.
The people trapped in the lift yesterday were in there for eight hours, all told. They were all OK, though, thankfully.
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